{{Daemon, king of the Own.

[}}Alanna]

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name;; Daemon
alias;; n/a
age;; nine
gender;; stallion
desired herd;; King's Own
desired rank;; king

maybe the world is gonna spin out of control

breed;; rocky mountain
mane;; medium length, light brown
coat;; chocolate brown
tail;; long, light brown
eyes;; deep brown, almost black
appearance;; Daemon is regal personified. Everything a king should posess, he does: poise, grace, beauty. Though his pelt has the marrings of years in battle, it only adds to the handsome features: the line of his flanks, the width of his shoulders, the shape of his face. It's a sight that instills both fear and awe for all who meet him. His eyes, oh his eyes. They are of the darkest brown, so deep many would think they were black. The can see through to the soul of another. Warm and yet...calculating. It's very diconcerting to meet Daemon's eyes, and yes, he does know that.
picture;; link

I don't care anymore

personality;; Daemon is a king, through and through. His first thought is to continue his line, as all stallions think. His second thought is how to keep his herd safe. He knows perfectly well that the land is at war with itself and in the end everyone will die, but he can postpone it. Now then. Daemon is very agressive and extremely authoritative. He expects his orders to be followed when he gives them, not when his subordinates feel like it. Also, he's very quick to punish those that displease him, no matter who they are. Daemon isn't the type to back down from a fight, he never has, and probably never will.

Don't take that to mean he doesn't have a soft side. He does, it's just very well hidden. Deep down, somewhere, he cares. Afterall, he wants to keep his herd safe, doesn't he? Yes, he cares. No harm will come to a foal less than a year old in his watch. If they've hit thier first year and are weak or wont make it in the real world, by all means, cull them. However, don't cull if they're underage. You don't know when you're making a mistake. All in all, Daemon is pretty easy to figure out. If it weren't for his ability to stay number 1 for an extended period of time, one could say he's just like any other stallion.
strengths;; quick thinking, honor bound, proud
weaknesses;; proud, helpless mares, particularly good looking mares
fears;; failing, drowning

what if I quit today working for the man

sire;; Satan
dam;; Gypsy
other;; maybe a brother eventually
offspring;; too many to count
nativity;; Decessus
history;; Daemon was born in the Own. His mother was an average wench and his father, the king's right flank. Needless to say, he wasn't really anything special. Of course, he was handsome in a way few stallions are at a young age, and it wasn't wasted. His first two years of life were fairly uneventful. The king ruled his third of Decessus with an iron hoof, never taking no for an answer. Daemon's father wasn't exactly 'family man' material, but he took pride in his offspring. In fact, Daemon has no idea how many siblings he has. Afterall, love isn't the highest priority of most stallions, sex is.

When Daemon was three, just turning into a true stallion and getting out of his foalhood, his mother left. She hadn't earned the name Gypsy for nothing. It was a wonder she had stayed in one place for more than a few seasons. Daemon, like most young stallions, was no longer particularly attatched to her, so it wasn't very devastating. It was, however, traumatic when word reached the young stallion that his mother had left the island. Horses came to Decessus all the time, but no one left it. If a horse wasn't fit to live here, he was killed. Gypsy had just walked back across the ice to the mainland. In his heart, Daemon knew he'd never see her again.

Still, it didn't harm his day to day routine. He still woke up every morning, still flirted with every mare he came across, still put his life on the line every day for his king. Loyalty is taught at a young age in the Own. It keeps the ranks from collapsing in on themselves. Right after Daemon hit four, however, the king died. It was common, and it wasn't even the same king that had ruled when Daemon was born. However, this king wasn't killed honorably, in battle. A month or so prior to his death, he had been in a battle. He won, but walked away with a gash across his left shoulder. Over the course of a week, the wound turned green and gave off a horrid odor. Not long after, the king was dead.

This sent the herd into tormoil. The Own must have a leader. One that fought to obtain the crown. Who was it going to be? He that killed the late king had died in battle. Several stallions stepped up to the plate, all failed. Daemon listened and watched his 'family' tear itself apart. Finally, something within him snapped. Satan was doing his best at leading the disentigrating herd, but a younger, stronger stag was doing his best to rally the troops to himself. Daemon could see that the young stallion would not be able to hold himself in battle. As the rival was speaking, gathering followers, Daemon approached him. At first, the stallion turned and greeted Daemon with a smile.

When he saw Daemon's face, the smile wavered. "Daemon, what are you doing?" he asked. "Shut up, Jasson," Daemon replied in a low, commanding tone. Without meaning to, the rival closed his lips. "Good," continued Daemon. "Now, this herd is being ripped to shreds by those who are loyal to it. I'm putting a stop to it right now. The crown is mine. Is there any here who would like to challenge my claim to kingship?" At first, there were no replies. Minutes passed. "I challenge you for the right," the speaker was Satan. Without missing a beat, Daemon nodded, accepting the challenge. The battle was fierce. Neither walked away unscathed. Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, Satan backed down, blood pouring from his right eye.

"You have fought well, my son. I pledge my alleigence." And so it was, at the age of four, Daemon aquired leadership of the King's Own. Since, he has tried to make it the most tightly knitted herd of the three ruling. He is fair and just and has ruled for the longest period of time in the last century. He hopes it wont end too soon, but everyone seems to be happy. Or at least, he thinks they are.

who said I've had enough well maybe I can

intelligence;; 11
strength;; 8
stamina;; 8
speed;; 8
agility;; 8

it's all gonna end anyway

alias;; Alanna
age;; 18
gender;; female
team;; Indi...or the Knights of the Realm of Tortall...take your pick.
rp sample;; as admin...nah.

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